One particularly smiley morning.

Abigail spent the first six weeks of her life perfectly peaceful, contented and quiet. So when she started crying on January 1st, the day after Rachel's wedding, we knew something was wrong. The crying isn't all day ever day, but enough to know she is in pain. It turns out that she has reflux. After trying many things, the best care for her is my diet. I am reduced to eating almost nothing, but it's worth it to keep her feeling good. And I may even loose some of that extra baby weight.

We are all so in love that it's hard to do much of anything else. This was one of many attempts at getting school back in swing. Someone mentioned 'child development'? I agree!